Our power is back, and it was only out for two hours. To say we were thrilled doesn’t begin to describe how we felt when after only a short while, the power whirred back into our house. Is there any sound sweeter than the refrigerator coming back to life? Not after a power outage, there isn’t.
In fact, Clif and I are well prepared for power outages, even though we hate them. We have plenty of wood for the furnace, stored water in buckets, canned food, oil for the lamps, and good flashlights. And most important, peanut butter.
We did much of the clean-up yesterday, but there is more to do. At the end of the driveway, we have a wall o’snow left by the road plow. It’s too much for Little Green, and I have to chunk the snow first to make it manageable for the snow thrower and, of course, Clif. Nature’s gym.
Here are some pictures of the blizzard, as it was happening and afterward.
Yesterday, it wasn’t too cold, but it sure was snowy.
Blizzard or not, the birds must eat.
The entrance at night.
A little guardian by the door.
The front entrance by day. We are certainly tucked in the snow now.